Long Spanner Poems

Spiritual Mahjong
Your Move Lord

Is there a God?
A benevolent entity.
An eternal presence presiding over me.
A creator, watching and observing.
All knowing.
Is my end determined and conclusive before it begins, before I begin?
If so, then to what purpose...

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[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 2 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’]
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London’s streets resembled an al fresco mausoleum 
They tracked a trail of body parts which led to a museum
A thousand Terror Bugs were massed, in...

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Sun setting over the dark green fringe of a shivering lake on the last day of winter
An old man still unbent sits on a deserted wooden bench
   with the load of his cares...

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Transl. of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 4 with a Clive Bush comment on Mottram's poetry 

Excerpt from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s...

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Tom: Well, do tell? But like I said, I’m not a stranger. I’m a businessman; and more than that. Why, I could be just like a brother to you if you’d let me. Besides, I...

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Who speaks does indeed lie,
Who does not, surely knows more,
But keeps silent by fear to die,

The Walls have ears,
To listen and hear,
The brother became a foe to testify,
A brother sells a brother,
In this deep, dark...

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Commodities calmly caressing. Calling carrots. Calling capers. Calamity is not an injested window wiper nor a window sill so dare to jump off a pinnacle to declare justice. Arachnid akmed. Duty done. Swerved to serve....

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That’s it the battle is won, the toilet can fight no more
Three weeks ago the flush would overflow.
And kept leaving a puddle on the floor

I looked in the book, it said I needed a spare...

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In three billion years the sun dies, Earth with it and the ring around Saturn too.
When will the apple fall?
Will it fall close or roll?
The apple rots eventually, the tree forgets and fly’s brains are...

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One time wombat shudders. It was very cold today and a kilt, cape, and long length knitted cloak just was not providing sufficient heat. Must buy some socks he thought. Then wandering around he found...

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I spent my day shopping with Ruby
              (I find her an absolute pain)
         ...

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THE 12 SPIRIT WITCHES OF SHUDDER VIEW MIST   2019/01/20

Was the address given to us, and was betwixt
Tall trees whose branch’s looked like shadows
Lightening made them look like monsters affixed,
Hanging dead, and the immediate...

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I find myself currently rented out
 by the mystery
Of a a so called smart watch
Digitally imposed hand's rocking
around it's clock 
Strapped around a fair maiden's
dainty wrist

Which simultaneously both performs the
functionality of a phone and cardiac
monitor...

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If I had a factory I would actually produce nothing at all because

Satisfaction can never be mass produced let alone happiness

Workers would not manufacture for their hands should be free

To craft rather than assemble in...

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Billy was a burglar, of the feline type,
he'd pussyfoot around at night to see what he could swipe.
But one day he felt the pinch, if you'll excuse the pun,
for the local coppers had a blitz...

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Gravity pulls the sun below the horizon
Dragged to depths of darkness
Shadows widespread screaming and attacking
Compressing me to depressed

Murky depths 
Sniffs that tease light
Coughs echoing fears
In a pitch black night

Enclosed within my tears
They close in inch...

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Swarm of lizards on a pizza hut rally. Will make no sense if you dilly and dally. Procrastination is of no better destination than an angled cube on orifice walk. Hear no talk then. Good
a...

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Crack open an eye on Saturday morn,
and reach out to give him a cuddle.
To find he's been up since break of dawn,
and crouched in a black oily puddle.
Began with the Polo, a fast one I...

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There is always a way, the optimist says, 
Yet the creak of life’s tensions groan low,
They shadow the quake that the floor he walks makes,
And the air as it travels says so.
See the mist pale...

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I have a bottle of whisky I keep in my house
It is well hidden, like a tiny little mouse
I drink it in all kinds of situations
I drink it down to calm down my chaotic emotions

My...

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Backyard Mechanic
by Bob Moore © 2019

I’m a guy of the ‘60’s and ‘70’s, a Ford man, or a Holden or two
we didn’t bother with garages, if the car broke, we knew what to do
We only...

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Who is Sod and what’s this law
Sod’s law, what’s it for
Mend your car engine, drop your spanner
Can you reach it, no you canna
Perfectly aligned beneath the middle of the truck
Sod and his law, hard luck

Who...

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I went for a walk with an Aardvark
In a forest of beer bottle trees,
Entranced by their gentle swaying,
Hanging and clinking in the breeze;
And I found a top spanner bush
Growing at a convenient height
And me and...

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I went for a walk with an Aardvark
In a forest of beer bottle trees,
Entranced by their gentle swaying,
Hanging and clinking in the breeze;
And I found a top spanner bush
Growing at a convenient height
And me and...

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My neighbour her name is Matilda
She used to step out with a builder
She loved the exotic, but became quite neurotic
When his lovemaking no longer thrilled her

Her plumbing was starting to go on the blink
And her...

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